So what, you think this is usual?
Strange moon, strange landStrange man
Hold your hands tightly horses
Hold them, hold them kindly
Man
Low red moon
I′ll paint you
Sleep like a baby
Sleep like a baby
And you shine so different on another
You shine different on another
I look up and I see
The raising of an old hope
Brave and tattered
A shinning night with shinning eyes
That shines around me brightly
So now I say, "This is beautiful"
I think you are
Strange
Low red moon
I'll paint you
Sleep like a baby
Sleep like a baby
And you shine so different on another
You shine different on another
Strange moon, strange land
Strange
Moon, you made me cry when I was young
And I was young
Now I′ve got strong arms
Strong arms from the spinning God
And I say, "He belongs to me
He belongs to me
He's a human, bed of roses"
